description: “I
wasn’t referring to verbal truth. I
was referring to,” and then there was a brief pause that was followed by a light press to
the center of your stomach. Your back laid flat against the wooden bench before the predatory loom of his figure appeared overhead, “Candor of the body. Which you, my love, are the
absolute queen of.”

With an exchanged swipe, taste forthcoming as the two of you
had intended. Too sweet, muttered against your lips – lips that curved
into ones of amusement at his feigned disfavor for your particular arrangement
of the poison. Too bitter, slipped past your teeth in retort, the air of
the syllables brushing against his breath; a dance of icy exhales in a burning
winter night. His mouth twitched at that, following your suit into similar
enjoyment of the playful critique.

“Maybe not my coffee, but sweet in other aspects, no?” He
spoke in a devilish dialect of insinuation and lust. One that, before
encountering him, was unfamiliar to you. Adoration, it managed to claw at your
chest with great vigor each and every time he glanced down at you through
darkened tufts of raven hair. His words wrapping their way around you entirely
until they sounded of music. The notes gliding across your bones as his voice
conducted your motions.

im jealous of people who joined tumblr in more recent years. they get to blog blissfully unaware of all the horrors of olden tumblr. fandom vs hipster wars. “can you make that ask rebloggable”. forever alone memes. the solid year or so where benedict cumberbatch and tom hiddleston were considered the hottest guys ever. mishapacolypse. nightblogging. the absolute horror that was the homestuck fandom. it was a dark era. i think those who were not there to witness it personally should familiarize themselves with the commodities of these dark days, to ensure that they are never repeated. “history, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again” - maya angelou

Jon Snow’s army defeated the Boltons, thus retaking Winterfell in the Stark’s name. But you haven’t seen Jon since he left for the Night’s Watch. Will he remember what you said to him as he walked out of Winterfell’s gates? Will he feel the same way when he returned? (Words : 2344)

The last time you saw Jon Snow, he had a frown on his face as he solemnly told you that he was leaving to Castle Black. You could remember your heart aching as his brown eyes held your gaze as he tried to explain why he was going away.

“This is your home, Jon, you just can’t leave like this. You’re needed here,” you begged, tears falling down your face. Jon gave you saddened look, trying desperately to make your understand. But he knew you would understand, you just didn’t want to. You had been one of his closest companions, next to Robb and other Stark children; there was something special about you. which made this all the more difficult for him.

“Y/N, this isn’t my home. I don’t belong here, I’m no Stark.” You shook your head, resting your hands on his shoulders. One hand traveled to his neck, causing him to look up and meet your eyes once more. You stared into his dark eyes, like you’ve done many times before.

There was something between you two, in the way you looked at each other. Your stolen moments were more than the mischievous ones shared between Jon and Arya. Your conversations with him held more heart than your jokes with Sansa. You confided in Jon with your secrets and problems more than Robb. There was an unspoken, untouched affection that lingered in too-long touches and heartfelt stares; but now those little moments would cease. The possibility of love would trail behind Jon as he traveled to the Night’s Watch.

“This isn’t your home?” Your hands held his face now, pulling him closer than ever before. “Jon, Winterfell is just four walls,” your voice was more calm now, “I’m your home.” You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, but Jon seemed to stop breathing all together.

“Y/N, you’re,” he paused, not knowing what to say. You swallowed hard, letting your words rest between you with a heavy weight. “You are my home,” Jon finally said, “but I need to do this. For me. For the realm.” You smiled softly, feeling more tears swell in your eyes.

“And you say you’re not a Stark, always doing things for the greater good,” you let out a bittersweet, short laugh. Jon gave you a sorrowful smile before resting his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes, savoring the closeness you shared with Jon in that moment. Your last intimate moment together.

After a while, you pulled your head away from Jon’s. You locked eyes with him again and you were just, so close. His lips were just a tip-toe away. You could feel his breath against your skin and it was just so tempting to close that gap.

“When you come back home Jon Snow,” you took a tentative step towards him, “when you come back to me.” You leaned over slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. You pulled away fully, because if you didn’t, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. “When you come back home,” you repeated and Jon nodded. His hand went to yours, givning it a soft squeeze.

“I will miss you, Y/N,” he whispered, “I will miss you dearly.” Jon turned then, walking off to his room. You watched him go, knowing that in the morning there would be no time for a true goodbye like this. And you were right; Jon Snow left the next morning and you were forced to just wave goodbye, only remembering your true farewell from the night before.

All that followed after his departure came with the shadow of death and horror. The Stark name had been dragged through the dirt, with Ned’s beheading and Robb’s murder. It seemed there was no end in sight with all the killings. It sure didn’t stop when Winterfell had fallen into the control of House Bolton; more specifically, Ramsay Bolton.

The clashing of weapons and the bloody screams of soldiers could be heard through the stone walls of Winterfell. You hid in a small room, trying to avoid the Boltons that were searching for servants to aid in the battle. You had no wish to fight against Sansa’s forces, especially after finding out that Jon was leading them. The beat of your heart accelerated when you thought of seeing him again, if he made it through the battle.

You were concealed in the room, Jon’s old room that had become yours, until your heard a large banging that came from the courtyard. You carefully opened the door, peeking out from beyond the balcony at the giant that had burst through the door. You opened the door a little more and saw him. Jon, standing next to the giant as an arrow flew into it’s eye. You gasped, turning your head to have your eyes land on Ramsay. You swallowed hard as you look back at Jon.

A/N: wow i just couldn’t stop thinking about soft!librarian!bucky and well here you go

Being cooped up in the library from late afternoon to early evening definitely wasn’t the ideal way you’d been wanting to spend your Thursday, but your professors clearly had other plans because they were just piling on the work.

Although you didn’t mind, simply because the librarian happened to be the cutest boy you’d ever seen. He was tall in stature and very well built, usually wearing a large sweater of sorts paired with some simple black jeans. His brown locks were more often than not pulled into a sleek bun, a couple of strands escaping around his face.

Your favourite days were when his hair was down, framing his face as he had to tuck the strands behind his ears as he catalogued the various assortment of books.

You remember the first time you met those bright blue eyes, being completely entranced in his gaze, his smile making butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“Do you need any help finding anything?” You heard an unfamiliar voice say behind you, startling you a bit.

“Oh no I’m okay, I’ll just ask the librarian,” you said somewhat quietly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you admired the man standing in front of you in his dark green jumper.

“I am the librarian, sweetheart,” he chuckled as your mouth hung open, a string of apologies flowing out as your cheeks blushed at your embarrassment.

You’d started coming into the library more often because of him, he never failed to brighten up your day. Even if it was a simple hello you got from him, it made your stomach flutter and your heart thud in your chest.

“Long night again, doll?” You heard a soft voice ask as you pried your tired eyes away from your textbook, “you know it is, Buck,” you giggled as his own heart fluttered loving the way his (nick)name rolled off your lips.

“You sure you don’t need anything?” He asked, bending down so he was now eye level to you, “I’m sure,” you said sweetly as he nodded, “you know where I am if anything,” he smiled before leaving you be, leaving your heart hammering as usual.

Bucky had become your safety net through the months, always there to hear you rant about your professors or that one group member that doesn’t do any work.

He’d been there more than once when school had gotten too much for you and you needed a distraction. He’d been more than happy to wheel in an old TV and play old cartoon while making jokes to ease your stress.

Which is why you weren’t surprised that you had started falling for him, slowly but surely you had developed feelings for him. You never acted on those feelings knowing you’d rather stay friends and not awkward once friends.

You were also fairly positive that a man with such good looks most definitely had a girlfriend, although you’d never asked since you didn’t exactly want to venture into that territory.

“Doll,” you heard Bucky’s voice from where he sat at his desk, “it’s time to go,” he said as you looked up and gave him a weak smile before starting to pack up your things.

You don’t know how it happened but Bucky had walked you back to your place one night and ever since then it had become a tradition and he refused to let you walk home alone.

You gave him another tired smile, joining beside him as he opened the door for you, the cold autumn air nipping at the delicate skin of your face, “it’s getting cold,” you said absentmindedly as the two of you began walking back to your place.

It must’ve been a few seconds after those words left your mouth that you felt Bucky place his beanie on top of your head, smoothing it down, “can’t have you getting cold now can we?” He teased as you let out a small laugh.

You both walked in comfortable silence, one of you occasionally breaking it to point something out as your arms bumped against each others until you made it to the front of your building.

“Thanks again,” you told Bucky, standing on the second step of the stairs so you were eye level with him, “it was no problem, doll,” he said softly a small smile gracing his features.

Tonight felt different.

Bucky had always made an effort in walking you home, especially on late night, but tonight, there was something more glinting in his eyes. He appeared a little on edge, nervous maybe as he fiddled with his fingers.

“Hey, uh, are you busy tomorrow?” He piped up, meeting your gaze, “I shouldn’t be later in the evening, why?” You asked calmly despite the fact that your heart was beating a million miles a minutes and your thoughts were racing.

“I was wondering i-if you’d maybe wanna grab some t-tea with me?” He stuttered and you could’ve sworn that your heart ballooned in love for the man who was always so charming now stuttering and tripping over his words.

“I would really like that, Buck,” you said softly, a smile on your face as one appeared on his face, “I-I’ll pick you up at six?” He asked excitedly as you giggled lightly, “I’ll see you then, Bucky,” you whispered as you leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before turning around, walking into your building leaving him looking like he slept with a hanger in his mouth.

His heart fluttered and raced all at the same time the entire way back home as he thought about you, she said yes he mumbled to himself in disbelief as he chuckled to himself.

“She said yes,” he repeated one last time before walking into his house, anxiously awaiting for your date with him.

Hello! A few followers of mine requested a post on my note taking system so here it is.

My notesThe above picture is of my Arc Notebook and is a collection of classwork and textbook information! When I’m writing notes I have to always write the date. I always mark down the dates on any worksheets I receive and sometimes add the topic of the class into the calendar on my computer. During classes, I try to pay as much attention as I can. Especially to the information which the teacher emphasises! Class notes are usually really scruffy or I type them and then I will later rewrite/condense and add after class. I find this pretty helpful, however if I miss a day I usually fall behind and end up with a lot more work to do! For rewriting the notes, I look at the syllabus and make sure I write something for each topic. I use colour coding to help too. I refer to the notes from class and other textbooks or the Internet! Having a selection of resources is really useful for understanding your topics. I am also trying to create even simplified topic notes to print later.

My work layoutFor starters, with a new topic I start on new paper. So I can easily find the one topic without having to make it by a title page or something, like in a regular exercise book! Titles are the sections of the syllabus which my notes relate to. Titles and always in black, underlined and capitalised. My notes are mainly in black and always in dot point form. I prefer having small sections of sentences compared to large chunks of writing. As you can see at points my writing goes in. I measure each time at either 1cm, 2cm or 3cm depending on the indent. Usually these notes are important for the line above, for instance an example or a definition. Also, you can see some sentences with arrows (either green or pink) underneath the sentences, these are just additional information which is relevant for either understanding or just interesting! I also leave one line between each section for easier reference.

My colour coding systemI’ve had a lot of messages about this so I thought I should include it! I use the Staedtler Triplus Fineliners for all these notes. I use black as the normal note taking. Red is for the topic of sentence, because I use dot point form the red makes the work stand out so I can quickly refer to that sentence! I don’t use red in every sentence, usually only if I’ve begun talking about something else. I use light blue for terms that I need to remember or are important. I find this useful in all my subjects! Dark blue is for names of people/places/businesses/etc and abbreviations. Orange is for examples and are usually indented by 1cm. I use green for relevant information to help understanding or to clarify and as previously mentioned, I use an arrow and indent at 1cm. I use pink for generally interesting information which isn’t needed but good for showing knowledge. I find colour coding useful, but it makes note taking quite a timely process but it does look pretty!

Overall, my note taking isn’t very complicated and pretty easy to recreate! I hope some of you find this post at least a little helpful. Check out emmastudies.tumblr.com/tagged/me for more. Feel free to message me if theres anything else! :-)

Summary:Just a short drabble about Bucky having too much Asgardian Booze and the morning after.

WC:1657

“Y/N! Heeeeeyyyyy! Where are youuuuu?”

She rolled her eyes as the slurred shouting and clunky footsteps grew closer.

“I’m in my room, Buck.” she shouted back

She peered her head from behind the bathroom door to find a very drunk Bucky Barnes standing in her bedroom.

“Always a fun time when Thor shows up…” she mumbled under her breath

“Heyyy why’d you leave the party early?” he slurred

The Avengers Tower was a gleaming beacon in the center of New York City and the home of many famous and lavish Tony Stark hosted parties. Tonight was a real banger. Y/N didn’t think Oscar parties had ever seen more celebrities and she was pretty sure the guy who hit on her at the bar was a Congressman.

She left the party just as it was in full swing, choosing to ride the elevator to the floor that held her room instead of spending more of her evening with strangers. She was grateful to swap the heels and dress for sweatpants and the cocktails for a cup of tea.

“But you told me last week that if I filed the mission report, you’d save a dance for me at the party and youuuu forgot.”

She let out a sigh.

“Shit Bucky, I’m sorry.”

“Well just dance with me now.” he replied, reaching his arms out and making a grabby motion

“Give me five minutes to finish getting ready for bed.” she said

“Fine.” he pouted

She slipped back into the bathroom and hastily brushed her teeth. She sighed before exiting the bathroom again, mentally preparing herself to deal with a super soldier with too much Asgardian liquor in his system.

But Bucky was no longer standing in the middle of the room, waiting for an awkward dance between two friends who held more than a few feelings for each other. He was sprawled out, face down in her bed.

I just rewatched 11.11 for the first in ages, and noticed something. When Mildred tells Dean that he's pining for someone, which we are led to believe is referring to Amara. But, Mildred when refers to that person as a "lucky lady", Dean has a very interesting reaction to the word "lady." I'm not sure how to describe it, but if somebody more talented than me could gif it, it's definitely worth looking at it.

YEP

I remember discussion of this at the time but I’ll go make my own gif because it doesn’t take long and it’s so ingrained in my memory I don’t even need to go check the episode >.>

This is literally the most bisexual thing he’s ever done.

(You could say he’s thinking “pfft being harassed by a primordial force of darkness and chaos is hardly having a “lucky lady”” but the entire exchange works on both levels of “I don’t love her I love Cas” and “Help me Amara wants to eat me how do I tell this nice old lady I’ve literally had to contemplate I might get Bilquis’d in the near future if I don’t watch out.” Obviously I prefer to think he’s thinking about Cas, since the entire episode supports it, as he’s worried about Cas, had the weird Casifer exchange, and the last shot of him parallels 8x16 where he was praying to Cas and freaked out, all of which was a huge part of the Cas and Amara parallels of this part of the show… You literally can’t tell apart what he’s reacting to here :P)

Have you seen the film monster about Aileen Wuornos? It is such a great movie. I fee so sorry for her even more than the men she killed. It was their fault tbh.

I like the film but it isn’t all that much accurate. It is stated that the film is fictionalised and only “based” on a true story but I know that a lot of people ignore that and think the film accurately portray how things went down. The sympathetic take on a true story but a boot print on history. It perpetuates the comforting yet erroneous belief that women only kill when provoked by abuse.

That is why so many people feel sorry for Aileen Wuornos. While there is absolutely no denying she suffered imaginable abuse during her childhood and these events, combined with her fear of abandonment, led her down a dark path, people need to remember that the men she killed were innocent. I personally don’t believe they were rapists. In fact, she never claimed they attempted to rape or harm her until months down the line and even then she changed her version of events immeasurable times.

She claimed she killed them because they wouldn’t pay her, she killed them because they wouldn’t take their pants off, she killed them because they were cheaters, she killed them because they were rapists. She relayed a different scene of events that led to each and every murder each time she was questioned. From saying one was killed inside his car as he reached for his gun to then saying he was killed while standing behind the car, the story changed each and every time. She was a compulsive liar and everybody who knew her reported so.

All it takes is looking into her case, her trial, and the evidence to see that she killed them for monetary gain. Most, if not all, were carrying large sums of money which was reported by their loved ones when reporting them missing. She killed these men when times were tough: when Tyria threatened to leave her or when another woman was in the scene and Aileen felt threatened that they would take Tyria from her. From a young age, Aileen believed she could buy love. She started selling sexual favours as a teenager and would use that money in an attempt to buy love and companionship: something that she desperately desired and was always denied.

Some of Aileen’s victims were shot in the back as they attempted to flee before being shot over and over again in the stomach as they winced in pain. She initially confessed she liked her first victim, Richard Mallory, and that he was a nice man who she had spent a number of hours with. This confession was taped. 51-year-old Mallory had a sexual assault charge when he was 19-years-old. In the years before his murder, he frequently picked up sex workers and a plethora of them reported that he was an exceptionally good client. He treated them with kindness and was know to tip.

During her trial, however, she claimed she killed him because he was coming towards her to rape her. Evidence, however, refutes this. Ballistic evidence showed that Mallory was shot from behind through the arm of the shirt first before being shot in the chest multiple times. He was fully clothed. Furthermore, Tyria told police Aileen confessed to this murder to her right away. She made no mention of him attempting to harm her.

People tend to forget that these men were innocent. They’re often lumped together as “John’s” purely because Aileen was a sex worker. However, her modus operandi was often to hitch a ride and claim that her car had broken down and then offer sex once inside. Considering a lot of her victims were found fully clothed, I imagine they turned her down and just offered to drive her wherever she needed to be. Good samaritans in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Aileen wasn’t able to pick up sex work clients like she had in the past. She was an overweight alcoholic. She was haggard and had lost her looks. She was violent while, other than Mallory, these victims had no records of violence or wrongdoing. One was a missionary and another was a child abuse investigator. Some were driving home to see their wives and kids while others were on the job, delivering goods to customers. Even if they had picked her up for sex, that doesn’t warrant their murder. Men who use the services of sex workers don’t deserve to be murdered for doing so.

I sympathise with Aileen Wuornos because of her unimaginable childhood. She was a product of her environment wholeheartedly. But to feel no sympathy for her victims is just abhorrent. These men had families. They had children. They had grandchildren. They didn’t deserve to be murdered just like Aileen Wuornos didn’t deserve the horrific abuse and torment she was inflicted as a child and teenager. I personally don’t think it’s a coincidence that the men she killed were all the same age range as her grandfather was when he abused her up until his suicide. I think her anger at her grandfather was displaced onto innocent targets. Many serial killers have been known to seek out victims with similar characteristics as those who hurt them.

Aileen’s victims have been completely demonised and it’s truly tragic. I can’t even begin to imagine how heartbreaking that is for their family members.

@xxtorchxx made this beautiful manip and I begged her to let me make words. This is definitely not my normal medium but I just couldn’t resist. Thanks also to @bridgetteirish and @fictorium for helping make this acceptable to share with y’all. so anyway, here goes…….

The elevator slid shut as Kara was still rattling off Cat’s agenda. She was so wrapped up in the urgency of the morning she hadn’t even realized she was now talking to closed silver doors. Without thinking, she took off at a sprint down the stairs. Taking them five at a time and concerned only with catching up before Cat drove away, she never stopped to consider if she should catch up.

“Well well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d suspect Supergirl lent you some of her speed.” The wink Cat threw Kara’s way as the elevator opened nearly knocked her off her feet.

“Um… No, I… That’s impossible, Ms. Grant. She can’t give someone her speed.” For all her stoic composure when in the super suit, dressed as Kara, she continually lost herself to the bumbling denials and bashfulness.

“Mmm.” Cat rolled her eyes, “Yes, yes, darling. So you say.” And with a subtle flip of her hand, she quietly signalled for Kara to continue the previous conversation about her agenda as they made their way out to the waiting car.

The arriving season lightened his workload, for which he supposed he ought to be grateful, but after a long winter, Cas was restless, not so keen on a period of rest. He was also curious, peering down at the world, at the extensive new life that bloomed before his eyes, all shocks of color he wasn’t accustomed to yet enthralled him just the same.

When he met Dean, Cas was tucked behind a cloud, too busy observing a field of flowers to notice anything else. The petals radiated from the core like flames, a buttery yellow that reminded him of-

“They’re sunflowers,” a voice said behind him, followed by a wave of splendid warmth that enveloped Cas in a sweet embrace. He startled nonetheless as he spun around, having been trained for solitude, only to find himself stunned by a sight so gorgeous that he felt a little breathless staring back.

In the summer, his time was short, but Cas took advantage of the hours he had to light up the sky with his wealth of stars. Nothing compared to Dean’s sun-kissed freckles, a dazzling constellation all on their own. Cas had cradled every star born and burst in the skies, but none as brilliant as those on Dean’s skin. It was all so new and perhaps a bit foolish; their fates in the universe being what they were. But the moment he was called to hide the moon and let the world’s shadow obscure the sun, Cas knew that the longing deep in his heart meant far more than infatuation.

It still surprised him in the middle of autumn when he awoke to find Dean close enough to touch, looking at him with such naked fondness that Cas could only blush and ask, “How are you here?” The last thing he expected was for Dean to hold him, to cup his face and say, “I had to see you.” And then it was pointless to ask more questions because Dean leaned in and Cas’ eyes fluttered shut.

Their kiss was slow and gentle and perfect, and Cas felt the loneliness he’d felt for so long fade away at last as Dean pulled him close. He knew they were both on borrowed time; he’d give anything to kiss Dean forever. But Dean was there, with Cas in his arms, and in the end, that’s what mattered most.

“I’m always here,” Dean told him later when their goodbye was inevitable. “Cas, I need you to remember that every sunrise, every sunset. They’re for you.”

Winter seemed endless, dark and dreadful, his only comfort the fleeting instants where they crossed paths, sharing the sky. The time in between were filled with yearning, and his stars listened closely as he told them, “I miss him.”

Now, Cas sits on a cloud bank, his heart feeling light and happy and hopeful as he watches the world waking up for spring. It doesn’t take long but he’s just so impatient. He’s waited and waited and finally-

Pairing/Characters: Celebrity!Bucky
Barnes x Assistant!Reader
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (FR), swearing, angst if u squint
Summary: Having an internationally known actor as your boss wasn’t really
bad. Not until after a one night stand do you realise that you’re in love with
him and there’s something else too, that something else leads you to quit your
job.
Word Count: 4.2k+
A/N: This is for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge @tatortot2701! I chose the prompt “Frankly,
my dear, I do give a damn”! Bucky is pretty much just Sebastian in this AU! Enjoyyyy!

i. the earthquake
the day he left,
my world crumbled;
as i lay sobbing in the rubble
of everything i’d ever loved,
i looked up to the sky
and begged god to tell me why.
i stopped believing that day.
ii. the first aftershock
my heart was numb
and repairs had just begun
when a new man approached.
i melted into his touch,
pleading that he make me
feel something.
i never did, and we never spoke again.
iii. the second aftershock
i had good and bad days,
but the good ones started
outnumbering the bad;
that’s when i met him.
he looked at me sincerely
and spoke eloquently
like in an old-fashioned love letter,
but he was far too perfect to be true.
i wanted to love him
but i was still building up
a new foundation,
and i decided he wouldn’t be
there when the structure was finished.
i see him sometimes from a distance.
iv. the last aftershock
the dark clouds that had rained
down upon me for months
disappeared from sight.
sometimes i dreamt of
the initial disaster;
it haunted me only
at my weakest moments.
another man waltzed in to
rob me of my heart.
he charmed me with
well-timed compliments,
unparalleled intelligence,
and occasional awkwardness.
for a moment, i considered
giving in to him,
but i stood tall and remembered
that i didn’t need anyone else
to give me strength.
i walked away.
v. the calm
after a year and a half of aftershocks,
everything ceased.
i could listen to songs
that reminded me of the quake
and reread my happy poems
from the months leading up to it.
i learned how to love myself,
and, then, i met another man.
this one understood my suffering;
he’d been through the same.
he accepted that i was slow to trust,
and he was always considerate.
he was too cautious sometimes,
but his hands never graced my body
before i was ready.
his words were never eloquent,
but he didn’t manipulate me.
he was never a genius,
but he was naturally talented
at everything.
he left me speechless.
he still leaves me speechless.

Summary:He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”No way!
Seriously? They really kicked you out of college?”

You rolled
your eyes and glared over at Nicole for being the gossip snitch, something she
had been her whole life but you really had wished she would have kept this to
yourself just for a while. It was, after all, pretty humiliating when you
thought about it.

“You sound
like you’re surprised, Joey.” You commented with a glimpse in the eye and
lifted your beer up to your mouth, letting the taste explode your senses and
cool down your pre-sweating forehead.

Summary: You and Seth have been playing this game for months now with neither of you truly admitting your feelings for one another. Though, now that you’ve been called up to the main roster from NXT, some things are going to have to change.

A/N: I have no idea if Seth Rollins is actually allergic to peaches or not, but like if he was, that would honestly be torture because I fricken love peaches and he’d really be missing out on the best fruit ever.

Gladly, you reach for the smoothie cup placed on the table in
front of you and stick the straw between your lips. Seth Rollins - who was
always the people pleaser - stands across the table with his arms crossed over
his chest, patiently waiting for that sigh of content that always comes from
your mouth after gulping down the first sip of your favorite drink. Soon
enough, the cold liquid slides down your throat and you move the straw from
your mouth, throwing your head back, and letting out a long, satisfying
groan.

“God, I can’t believe you’re allergic to peaches, you are seriously
missing out on the best fruit”.

“Eh, I’m more of a pineapple guy myself really.”, Seth shrugs
with a growing smirk to match his teasing behavior.

You stood there rooted in place as the harsh bitter winds
from winter blew your hair into your face. The light sweater you had on blew
with the wind, and it seemed as if your whole body was being invaded every
article of clothing becoming cold and chilling you more as you looked at the
girls in front of you. You were nervous but you had come too far now to go
back.

“You want to be in my gang?” The girl repeated in disbelief
and you gave a nod of your head chewing on your bottom lip. She gave a soft
laugh but it didn’t reach her eyes, the girls on either side of her laughed
along, some in fear and some just being ignorant to the fact that you needed a
way out. “What could a good girl like you possibly get from a gang?” Mina asked
staring at you.

Mina was the leader of the gang, she was a short but
powerful thing. Light brown hair framed her round cheeks, she wasn’t fit but
she was on the petite side, glasses hung over her dark brown eyes and she
always seemed to have resisting bitch face. You had learned about her around
your second year in college. She was a rising gang leader on the streets of
Seoul and yes at first you hated her. You hated everything she stood for but
now here you were asking for her help. Because you wanted protection, because
you wanted a family. To stop the emptiness. To stop the throbbing and the pain
of knowing that every day when you wake up. You’re still alone.

“I just need protection for the work I do.” You lied quickly
maintaining eye contact with her the whole time. Your dad taught you key points
while he was living, the first was to always look the person in the eye to show
no fear and to show you sincerity. And the second was to keep looking them in
the eye even if you had to lie a little bit about what was going on.

“Protection you say? Well girls do you hear that? She
doesn’t want a puppy or a poodle-“

“Look are you going to let me join or not? It’s in the
negatives, I’m out here freezing trying to prove I’m down for this shit and
you’re taking me for a joke.” You felt your voice start to rise, despite how
cold it was. The look Mina gave you would have probably scared you shitless
when you first got here, you knew they had weapons on them and even if they
didn’t you were on an abandoned street and it was just one of you. But time was
precious and the last thing you wanted to feel like was a fucking joke.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Mina asked stepping
forward towards you, dragging a blade out of the side of her leather pants she
was quick to press it against your throat. “Bitch I will cut you for speaking
to me like that, drain your blood and then have a party around your dead
corpse.” She spat at you. You were livid, and if there was a word beyond that-
it would describe all the rage you felt in your heart right now. She was a
fucking joke. Half her gang had braids, or bandanas around their faces trying
to imitate something you knew all too well from the states. They weren’t
authentic, they were knock offs. Suddenly you felt very foolish for coming here
and thinking that you could find friends this way. You couldn’t simply be
normal and go to a café to find friends, you just had to be enticed by the dark
side. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes remembering where you were at,
you needed to play it cool, you needed to keep a clear level head or you were
going to take down her and this fake ass back up crew.

“Look, all I’m saying is that you knew the moment I walked
out here- the moment I approached you at the college if you wanted me to be in
or not. Please, I don’t want to waste my time or yours if I don’t fit the part.
Just be honest with me so I can go.” You opened your eyes to look into hers,
you saw a flicker of something flash beneath the color and you questioned it to
yourself but you kept a straight face not wanting her to see you feeling amiss.
And just like that she smiled taking the blade from your throat stepping
backwards.

“You know I like you. You have heart y/n. I’m shocked
honestly but I guess we can all misjudge people the wrong way.” She stated as she
walked around back and forth looking back at her friends she seemed to be in
deep thought. The only thing that could be heard beyond the soft whistle of the
wind was her black thigh boots. She stopped for a second swaying side to side
before she faced you with a wide smile on her face flashing all her white
teeth. You felt uneasy about that smile but you didn’t comment, standing
straighter than you were before you crossed your hands over your chest. “I
guess we have room for one more. Especially if the other rings see we are
rolling with such an.. Exotic beauty. They will want our business. We can be
the best Seoul has ever seen.” She spoke softly walking towards you calling her
girls behind her- you got defensive quickly putting your hands up into balled
fist causing an erupt of laughter to strike through the crowd as she hit your
hand. “Sweet heart if I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it by now so be a
good girl and calm down.” You waited for a second but listened to her putting
your hands down.

“I want you to do something for me.. Something only, you can
do. And if you do a great job at it. Then you will be able to join us. And
guess what? You’ll be my right hand.” She smiled widely nodding. “Are you down
for it?” She asked biting on her bottom lip. You pondered for a second before
opening your mouth to speak.

“And you say I’ll be your right hand?” You asked softly
liking the sound of that a bit too much when clearly all she wanted was to use
you for her benefit. But if it stopped the depressing thoughts lingering in
your mind than so be it. Once she nodded her head you shook yours eagerly
wanting to know what it was.

“See usually we have you fight us one by one until we can
beat you into a pulp. But you have a reputation. You have classes to go to, a
job to do good on. We can’t have your pretty face all bruised up.” She cooed
running a slender index finger across your bottom lip. “No, everything on your
pretty tight little body has to remain.” She purred and you don’t know why but you
were repulsed, she was obviously coming on to you, and you didn’t know how to
take it. “I need you to do something special for me.” She repeated sighing and
taking a step back. “There is a drug lord that lives around here. He has some
possessions that are of great value. Some things that can make us rich and make
even he must bow down to us. He has some things that if taken, they can really
hurt him.” She stopped looking up at her. “I will send you the item that I need
you to get. I will send you a map of the layout of the house and a code of how
to turn off his security measures. If you do well and bring me what I need,
then you will be my right hand and I will make sure we give you everything you
want. But if you screw up, you will die. Do not let him catch you.” Mina warned
you and for some reason that made the pit of your stomach twist as the uneasy
feeling crept up but instead of following your first mind and going home, you
nodded eager to prove yourself worthy of this toxic love. Ready to do anything
for recognition.

~

You couldn’t believe you were here. Clicking your tongue,
you looked around the large house sighing to yourself. How the fuck did you end
up here? Being a follower and not a leader. You were currently laying down
hiding in a field of tall green grass. Two big dark green bushes hid you from
the view and you felt your heart pounding as the sun started to set into the
darkness. You looked down at your outfit making sure that you were good to go,
making sure no skin was really left visible. You had on a bodysuit. Black and
leather hugging your hips and your ass. Your breast was pushed up in the hot
fabric and there was a zipper in the front that you could pull up to get in and
out of it. Leather latches on the side of your thighs to add some clear to it
and not make it plain. You had black gloves on the grass beside you, your hair
braided in a long ponytail behind your back, you took out a good two hours of
your day to straighten your hair. Your ankle boots felt a little too stiff in
the grass and of course they were black as well. Once the darkness set and you
checked over the single white piece of paper that you had been given.

Standing up you brushed your body off, and put the black ski
mask on your face with the holes cut out for your eyes and your lips, a small
hole for your nose to breathe. You started to walk forward, a single pocket
knife in between your breast. Slipping the gloves on carefully as your eyes
scanned the large plains. You knew that the person who lived here had been
gone, you had been watching the trucks come and go all day and there hadn’t
been anyone there for some time now. Running quickly up to the house, you
looked at the brown oak door that was in front of you, not wasting time, you
slipped a black credit card from your ankle boots and picked the lock before
needing a hair pin for the top lock. Pushing the door open you felt the rush of
cool air hit your face but the basking would have to wait. A loud cry from the
alarm sounded off; your body reacting quickly to swing and press the key code
into the keypad. Once you defeated the system you moved your body to lean out
the door flipping the cameras upwards and cutting the wires with your knife.
Shoving it back between your breast you shut and locked the door looking around
the dark house. Whoever this was, he was rich and very good at what he did. You
moved to walk around, maybe a bit too slowly looking at everything he had. You wanted
to have as much as he had but you knew you would have to work your way up to
it. Finding the ivory staircase winding up to the top floor.

You walked up each step slowly, listening to your heart
pounding over the soft creaking sounds of each step until you were at the top
letting out a breath that you had kept in your mouth. Your shaking hands
gripped onto the piece of paper and you had to squint to see the writing in the
dark. Thank god, the paper was white. Letting your eyes adjust, you started to
move down the left hallway taking slow steps. You counted off the number of
doors until the fifth one and stopped in front of it. This was it, this is what
you were going to do. You bit on your bottom lip wanting to run away but then what?
They would be after you AND you would have no protection. Sucking in a breath
and saying a quick prayer you pushed the door open with trembling hands.
Shutting the door behind you; moving into the room you could make out the
outline of it if you didn’t move your head too quickly. There was a large desk
with a swivel chair behind it. You could see two windows that had curtains
draped, the moonlight shining into the place but it was very dim and only the
floor was shining with light. You pushed the paper into your glove, hands
reaching out in front of you to fill around for the things that you needed. Not
finding it, you moved around to open drawers and touching different things
until you were holding onto a ring case. You popped it open seeing a ring that
sparkled. It was told to you that it was a crystal blue ring, fourteen carrot
ruby that belonged to the man of the house. It was worth a lot, and it appears
such a rare item was wanting by everyone. Smirking you gave a soft laugh
cheering and stomping around stepping from behind the desk, as soon as you
started to make your way towards the door, a hand clapped and the lights came
on.

You froze in horror, your eyes opened wide and it seemed
everything stopped including your heart. Your head slowly turned until you were
looking at a male in front of you. And he didn’t wear a smile on his face. Your
nerves were running wild, the feeling of dread making your legs buckle. He had
his hands rested on the arms of a dark brown leather chair. His legs crossed,
he had on black dress pants and a white button-down shirt with the first few
buttons undone. The sleeves were rolled up and his tie was hanging loosely on
his shoulders. His eyes were dark and
piercing, and though his lips were drawn into a straight line and down into a
frown he still looked beautiful to you. He had black hair that was curled by
hanging on top of his head. You never knew someone could look so fucking- good. Even if that person clearly didn’t
give two shits about you.

“Name.” He spoke and you blinked. You weren’t expecting that
voice to match his face. “I ASKED FOR YOUR NAME!” He shouted, a vein popping
out in his neck and you jumped back squealing softly as you muttered your name.

“Who sent you?” He questioned and you moved to hold the ring
box close to your body.

“Listen it’s a big misunderstanding-“

“I didn’t fucking ask. I asked who sent you.” He stated
again. Your heart was hammering in your chest, you felt light headed from how
much blood was seeming to move towards your face and head. “Alright, you’re not
going to talk and I have no time for fucking games.” He spoke in a blur and you
almost didn’t catch what he was saying. He pulled his gun from beside a round
table stand and you had failed to even see it while you inspected him. He
pointed it at you and you could see him taking the safety off.

“Blood roses!” You cried reaching your hands out. You didn’t
want to die, not like this. Not right now, it was too soon. You felt instantly
bad you should have followed your first mind. He seemed to be taken aback
laughing to himself he pulled the gun back before he tilted his head.

“What did you say?” He asked, and when he pointed the gun
back at you, your mouth opened wide.

“Blood roses.” You mumbled lightly as you pressed your hands
by your side.

“Interesting.” He growled standing up straight. “Mask off. I
want to look at who I’m going to kill.” He spoke and his voice was demanding,
loud and powerful. Your limbs didn’t seem to want to move but one look at the
gun and the positioning of it you knew he was going to shoot. Your eyes were
watering and you were terrified beyond words moving your hands only to realize
you still had the ring case in one of your hands. “Slide it.” He demanded as
his eyes trailed to the ring case. You nodded your head pushing it down onto
the floor and sliding it across the floor to stop a little bit in front of him.
He looked at it before he looked back at you clearly waiting for you to make a
move.

Your hands moved up to grip at the hems of the mask, Mina’s
words rang through you as you removed the mask throwing it down onto the floor.
You expected him to be surprised, the way his eyes raised before being sat back
in place made you want to smirk. Almost. He sat the gun down and he uncrossed
his legs bending down to grip at the ring case opening it to make sure that the
ring was there before he looked back at you placing it on the table.

“I’ve never seen you before. Who are you and why do you want
to work with them?” He questioned and you don’t know why but you felt defiant.

“I don’t have to tell you shit.” You spat out glaring at
him.

“Excuse me?” He asked softly eyes raking over your frame
before he looked back at your face.

“You fucking heard me. I don’t answer to you.” You crossed
your arms over your chest, and that was it. He stood up gripping the gun and
making quick work to stand in front of you. He was taller than you by a few
inches and you just knew he was going to pull the trigger but what he said next
shocked you.

“On your fucking knees.” He stated and you opened your mouth
which he placed the gun there waiting for you to say something. “I said on your
fucking knees, or you can die standing up. I’ve lost a day of work and I have
property damage because of you.” He growled at you, his voice becoming husky
and for some reason. It turned you on. Glaring at him, you got down on your
knees one by one a smirk on his lips as he looked down at you. “That’s right,
be a good obedient bitch.” He took the gun and placed it against your right
temple as he crouched down in front of you eyes locked on yours.

“Now what’s going to happen here, is I’m going to pull this
trigger and you’re going to die only after you tell me why you stole something
from me or wanted to steal from me you foolish girl.” He questioned and you
surprised yourself by shrugging.

“She told me if I did this. I would be her right hand. I
would be in a family.” You mumbled the last part as a whisper. The male looked
at you before he burst out laughing standing up. He threw his head back shaking
his head.

“I want a family, I want a family!” He teased mocking you in
a girly voice. “That’s pathetic.” He turned to look at you. “You’re about to
die for a family that you’re not even in.” He narrowed his eyes and looked down
at you on your knees. His eyes raking your figure once more. “Why?” He asked
softly and your heart felt heavy. You hated him, how he pitied you, how soft
his voice sounded.

“As if you really give a fuck. You don’t even know me!”

“Do they?!” He shouted at you before he calmed down.

You flinched and looked down at your gloved hands. He had a
point, they didn’t know anything about you and the leader was your enemy. You could
hear him sigh but he chuckled pointing the gun back at you. “I could care less
about an idiot who would do anything for people she didn’t know. I used to
think all my victims needed to share their stories. But you, I don’t even think
you fucking have one.” He said and you felt angry tears well in your eyes. You had
been told to never cry in front of people but if you’re about to die then what’s
the point of being tough?

“You don’t know what it’s like.” You said uneasily. “Being
alone- going to school alone. Going to work alone. No one is there when you go
home.” You started.

“Then fucking meet people. You have the internet. You have choices.
A gang is not the way especially one that sends you to do missions by yourself.
Can’t you see? She doesn’t give a fuck about you.” He stated and you shook your
head.

“You’re wrong! She was going to make me her right hand!” You
yelled at him.

“She was going to get you killed!” He shouted back frustration
etching on his features as his face turned red. He covered his hands over his
face as he took a deep breath. “She picked you for all the right reasons. Your
gullible, oblivious. Cute, and you look innocent as fuck.” He stated as he took
his hands from his face to look at you.

“H-how do you know she picked me for that?” You asked
wanting to know his reasoning.

“Because. She’s my ex.” Once he muttered those words your
head snapped up so that your eyes locked and the wicked smirk you saw there
made your stomach churn. “I speak all truths. Me and Mina dated for a few
years. Since you’re going to be dead I may as well tell you.” He nodded
scratching his chin. “She was my everything. The fucking bitch. I gave and did
everything for her until I came home and watched her bounce up and down on two
of my dead crew members. We had started an empire together. Our gangs ran
together. We had it all but she had to be fucking greedy. I kicked her out, she’s
lucky I didn’t kill her. But I did shoot the other fuckers dead where they laid.
I made her leave the group and her little click. They are all a joke and the
only reason they are making a name for themselves is the simple fact that their
sucking those dicks well to the ones giving them.” He shook his head smiling
sweetly as he walked towards you pressing the gun against your forehead and you
had to think quickly about how to get yourself out of the situation. “You
should be thanking me for this, I can finally set you free.” He muttered
letting the barrel press against your flesh.

“You don’t have to do this. Can’t you just let me go? I’m
not even official and I gave the ring back.” You whined softly looking up at
him. Leaning into the gun you were afraid to touch him but you needed to let
him see your urge in needing to live.

“And why should I let you live? So that you can go back to
them and tell about how nice I was? I don’t think so.”

“I won’t tell.” You pleaded with your eyes watching him.

“Listen, y/n. You don’t seem to get the rules of this thing.
Of course, I have to do this. I’m a king. And people never respect kings who
show remorse or sorrow. You made the choice to break into my house and had I
went out tonight I would have lost a lot. But your bitch ass wannabe leader can’t
keep her mouth shut meaning, she wanted me to know. She wanted you dead. There
are two rules in this game, number one is that you never step cross a drug lord’s
path unless you have business for them. And two you never walk out of their
house alive if you don’t belong to them.” He tiled your head up with the gun
making you both lock eyes. “I have no choice here. I have to make an example
out of you.” He shook his head and you bit on your bottom lip.

“Please. Please- sir? Don’t do this. I can do anything, I
will do anything. I really don’t want to die. I just. I need to live. I know
you understand that. Make an example out of me another way.” You whined and he
pulled the gun back after a long pause.

“I like your whine.” He commented after some silence
growling as he walked away from you to go sit back down in the chair. And
sadly, I like your face. Those pretty pouty lips and how that body looks in
that outfit.” He shook his head again laughing to himself. “I’m a fool. But
fuck it. If you really care about your life you have an option. You can stand
up and strip for me, you can let me shoot you or you can let me call my crew
and let them all kick your ass and if you’re still breathing when they are
done. You can leave.” He spoke out.

The options where heavy, you didn’t know what you wanted to
do. You didn’t want to die, and you felt too drained to even fight right now.
You sighed softly, standing up on your feet you moved to unzip the zipper on
your body suit until it was showing your black lace push up bra and your brown
skin. His eyes quickly went towards your breast before back up to your face and
down towards your thighs. He didn’t say anything so you took that as a sign to
continue either way it went. You started to pull off your gloves letting them fall
onto the floor before you started to undo your body suit letting the sleeves
come off first, and then down your legs you pushed it until you were stepping
out of them. Once you were done you stood there crossing your hands behind your
back.

“What are you doing? You’re not done.” He stated pointing at
your body that was still covered and your shoes. Sighing loudly feeling the
heat rush to your cheeks, you moved to unclip your bra from the back and slide
it off, bending over to take off your shoes you saved your panties for last
until he stopped you. “Don’t. Let me.” He put the gun down standing up as he
walked towards you. With each step, you felt dizzy your body was already
reacting, nipples hard at the thoughts leaking into your perverse mind. You
knew you were bias, had it been anyone not your type you would’ve told them to
shoot you. But because it was him you were all for it.

“W-what’s your name?” You asked softly as his warm hand met
your stomach. He moved to stand behind you, his fingertips stroking your skin
causing goosebumps to paint your skin in the wake.

“Kwon Hyuk.” He muttered as his fingertips drug up and down
your stomach, up to the undersides of your breast and back down towards the
hems of your panties. He was teasing you watching you squirm against him. He
gripped at your panties bunching it in your hand moving the fabric until it was
slipping between your pussy lips. He tugged the fabric upwards before moving
his hand downwards your clit feeling the brushing of the fabric and you moaned
out his name softly.

“Just like that, let me hear it.” He cooed as you pressed
back against his body grinding against the motion of his hand. He smirked as he
let your panties go to push them to the side rubbing at your clit with his
index and middle finger. “You’re a dangerous girl don’t you know that? Letting
me take complete advantage of you and touch you like this. Who’s to say I won’t
shoot you once I’m done?” He asked tapping against your clit spreading your
legs wider with his. Instead of answering him back or even letting such
thoughts ponder in your brain you rolled your hips back against him from side
to side. Feeling the soft bulge there slowly hardened up. He lifted a hand up
to slap at your right ass cheek growling as you continued to tease him. “You’re
such a fucking bad girl. You need a spanking.” He sighed softly letting his
hand slip from your pussy to suck on the digits before he gripped at your wrist
leading you towards his desk. Kicking the chair, he moved you to bend over his
desk. He positioned your hands in front of your body and pushed you down to
rest on the cool surface. You heard a drawer open before it shut again and he
moved to grip at your wrist tying them together with white rope and moving to
tie it against something under the desk. “Hooks come in handy.” He stated as he
stood up and moved to stand behind you. At first you heard silence and then the
sound of him shredding your panties from your skin cut through the air. You
gasped softly looking back at him and he shrugged chunking the fabric down onto
the floor. He spread your legs wide and he kissed both of your cheeks.

You never heard the rustle but you felt the sudden sting of
the belt coming down against your ass. You gasped out trying to squirm but you
were stuck in place. He started to spank you with the belt, moving to give some
strikes on one side and then moving to the other side before he struck them
both. You lost count after twenty, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hissed
and took the spanking he gave you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sit down
for a while. Your ass felt hot, your legs trembled from the pain and you kept
shouting out for it to end. Finally, it did and he dropped the belt letting his
hands move to rub up and down your flesh. He picked up your left leg, moving to
press kisses against your pussy. He kissed against your lips biting and
nibbling on them moving to rest on his knees. You moaned throwing your head
back as his hands came and moved to pinch at your slit, moving his fingers up
and down he started to tongue at your wet clit basking in the sounds of your
cries for him.

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on and not act
reckless?” He asked as his palm rubbed your pussy.

“Yes!” You cried out dropping your head down against the
desk.

He sucked on your clit for a bit nibbling on it gently and
letting his tongue pick up speed to rapidly flick against your cunt and slowly
he moved to shove it inside of your pussy. He thrust it in and out slowly,
eating you out as his free hand held your leg stroking your calf muscle slowly.
He devoured your pussy, causing you to cry out and shake against the desk. It
felt so good, how warm his tongue was how he pushed it deep inside of you to
taste you. He moved his tongue to taste every inch of your pussy slurping and
lapping at your juices. Your foot pressed down against the middle of his back
as he ate you out. He moved to rub his fingers against your clit listening to
you cry out more, your walls clamping down on his tongue as your hips tried to
push against his face. Your wrist jerked at the confines of the rope feeling
your lower stomach tighten. Looking down at him, you saw his dark eyes locked
on yours the way he moved his head side to side curving and thrusting his
tongue.

“Shit! Hyuk! I’m going to cum.” You moaned out loud and he
nodded moaning against your heat. He made sure that you were completely spent
by the time he was done with your pussy. Your hips bucked harshly against his
face until you were cumming on his tongue and he ate up your juices. Flipping you
on your back he spread your legs wide and pressed them down on the desk,
quickly flicking his tongue on two middle fingers he slid them inside of you
thrusting them quickly. He curved them, shaking his wrist and moving his hand
quickly making scooping motions inside of you with his fingers.

“Tell me you’re my good girl.” He demanded landing a slap on
the inside of your left thigh as he fingered your wet pussy, the lewd squelching
sounds becoming more loud and prominent in the room.

“I’m – oh fuck. I’m your fucking good girl.” You moaned out
biting on your lips. With a few rough thrusts of his fingers in and out of your
pussy you were squirting onto the desk and his fingers and arm. He chuckled
using his free hand to tap at your clit as his arm moved forward and backwards.
He watched you with hooded eyes, your body was shaking against the desk your
breast perky and round; your nipples were hard and you were trying to take swallows
of air pushing your hips up against his fingers. Hyuk moved his fingers from
your pussy to press at your lips and you were eager to welcome them into your
mouth sucking your essence off the slender fingers.

He groaned pulling his hand back staring to strip himself,
and you couldn’t help it. You thought about what it would be like to undress
him, to hold him close and have him fuck you against the desk as more than just
some wannabe thug. He was bare and slowly he approached you. He moved to press
his hardened shaft against your pussy smirking he teased you not moving
watching you whine.

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded, your head nodded as you
watched him.

“I want you, I want you to fuck me so deep Hyuk. I want to
feel all of you inside of me. Fuck fill me up. Make me your dirty slut.” You
weren’t one shy of dirty talk and with a gorgeous man like that you couldn’t be.
His eyes raised as he moved to lean over you undoing to knots he had tied on
the rope. Once your arms were free he picked you with one hand pressed against
your back.

“Hold onto me.” He mumbled against your lips and you did as
told, locking your arms around his neck. He lifted you up and moved one hand to
wrap around your lower waist and keep you pressed against him. His free hand
moved to grip at his dick and align it with your entrance, slowly he pushed
into you with a moan of approval feeling your warm wet walls wrap around his
thick member. Your eyes drifted closed as you adjusted to his size and despite
your first encounter earlier he was much more caring. His lips met yours in a
sweet kiss causing your brain to become fuzzy and not able to think about
anything else. He moved to place his hands under your legs keeping you spread
as he started to fuck up into your velvet like insides. He nibbled on your
bottom lip only to pull back and whisper. “Bounce yourself for me baby girl.
Show me what you got.” You started to meet his thrusts moving your hands to
brace down against his shoulders and lift yourself up only to drop as he fucked
you hard and deep. Your lips connected and he slide his tongue into your mouth sucking
on the wet muscle while he grinded against you trying to fill every ounce of
you up. His hands soon moved to grip at your ass cheeks, your legs resting into
the crook of his arms as he controlled your movements. The sounds of hips
slapping could be heard in the room mixed with your needy whines that he sucked
up with the kiss. You broke away first needing to breathe, and your head rolled
back. He moved to suck on your neck, letting his teeth sink into your flesh. He
was marking your skin, your hands moving to tangle into his locks and yank on
his hair as you squeezed tightly around him causing him to snap his hips
harshly against you. He paused and moved to lay you down on the carpet floor
pressed your legs down he jack hammered into you, causing your body to slide up
and down under him. He moved his mouth to suck on your neglected breast, trying
to bruise your skin some more. His teeth clamping down on your nipples he
pulled back with wet pops kissing up your jaw and connecting your lips again.

He kept changing paces between slow and fast all his thrust
being deep enough to leave and impression for some time. Your hands moved to
grip at his back, your nails dragging down the flesh marking crescent marks on
his skin. He only fucked you harder. “Touch yourself for me.” He moved to
whisper against your ear. Your hand moved to rub at your clit quickly and he
chuckled huskily letting his breath fan your ear. “Do you like the way I fuck
you hmm? Look at you all needy under me doing whatever I said. And to think you
were supposed to be my enemy. Mina would be living if she saw how I pounded
into this tight warm pussy. Fucking you so deeply, marking every inch of you as
my plaything. My dirty slut.” He moved a hand to slap down on your thigh as he
pulled back and gripped your hips lifting you up to slam down against him as he
surged forward finding your spot and abusing it. Your fingers rubbed quickly at
your clit, your legs locked up and your free hand moved to grip onto his hand
trying to find purchase on anything as you shouted out his name feeling your
orgasm build up again. It came crashing into your body all at once and you
pressed your hand down on the floor to lift and fuck yourself quicker on him.
He moaned seeming surprised at your actions, allowing you to take over until he
was pulling out and pushing you down. Stroking his shaft, he watched you
continue to rub your clit as your orgasm came down. Painting your body with his
thick white seed he leaned back on his heels to take a deep breath. He moved to
lay beside you after some time, your eyes heavy.

“Why did she want the ring?” You asked after a moment of
basking in whatever the situation was.

“It was her engagement ring. I took it from her when she did
what she did. That ring was made for my great grandmother and passed down the
line. There is none like it. She knew what it would do to me.” He sighed before
a smirk danced along his lips. “But who knows, maybe after a few more sessions with
you and a short time in my gang it’ll be you with the ring.” He muttered and
your head moved to look at him.

“Seriously?” You asked him with a smile.

“Hey, don’t go getting all happy. This isn’t a love story.
You want protection and a family a true family that I can give better than Mina
can. I stand by what I said you could do so much better. But this is the
perfect revenge to someone who wanted you dead. Do you accept it? If not, you
can leave and I won’t hold it against you.” He stroked one hand up and down
your arm soothingly as you thought about it.

“I’m in.” You spoke after what seemed like a lifetime of
silence. You didn’t know who was grinning the widest you or him but once he
scooped you up in his arms you were back pushing down against him getting ready
for round two.

Namjoon/Rap-monster:

His laughs followed you everywhere. That sick. demonic. laugh. You ran down the dark hall desperately trying to find some sort of light in this dark hell that you were in.

“you know you can’t run (y/n)…”

You held your ears and closed your eyes. Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop. You begged him. You opened your eyes to animal skeletons mounted on the wall. Your heart stopped. This is it. You were going to die at the hands of a demon or worse satan himself.

“what’s wrong (y/n)…why don’t you stay a while.”

Kim seok-jin/ Jin:

“No get back!”

you cowered back as the man you thought you had loved morphed into an un-godly like creature. You reached for the door behind you, but it was locked. You cried and turned back to see “Jin” standing there with smile. You prayed for god to save you but not even the lord himself could save you now. He bent down and slowy clasped onto your face with his hand.

“Shhh…don’t be scared my little dove…no one can hurt you now.”

Park Jimin/ Jimin:

In his eyes he did nothing wrong. Even as he stood over the lifeless body of your brother. You screamed and yelled and begged him not to kill you.

“please jimin!…don’t do this!” you cried.

He laughed and stepped over your brothers body. His blood covered hands slowly pushed your hair out of your face.

“I wouldn’t kill you…besides…I have some friends I want you to meet.”

Jung Ho-seok/ J-Hope:

All you remembered was reaching for the door. And then it went black. And now as you opened your eyes you meet the dark orbs of the orange haired demon you had once loved.

“ah your awake.”

he snickered. the sound of his voice mad you sick to your stomach, but at the same time it pulled you closer into the world that was Hoseok.

“now…I think we have somethings we need to…discuss.”

Kim Taehyung/ V:

You knew. You knew he was a liar. But you always told yourself that he’d never lie to you. But that didn’t seem to be the case as you laid on the ground struggling to breath.

“I’m s-so sorry (y/n) I c-can’t con-control it!”

He yelled trying to keep his composer under the all the stress. But it was out. All his lies finally being laid out right in front of him. He was unraveling by the second.

“tae-”

You tried to say. Taehyung let out a sound of utter pain and you knew he wasn’t the same. His once sweet brown eyes were a teal blue.

“ah (y/n)…it’s good to be back.”

Min yoongi/ Suga:

You watched as your world literally burned around you. smoke filled your lungs as you struggled to breathe. You feel to the floor inches from the door. Yoongi emerged from the smoke and pulled you into his lap. And as you felt your last breathes coming upon you he leaned down to your ear.

“oh (y/n)…I told you im capable of so many things…If only you hadn’t tried to run away.”

Jeon Jungkook/Jungkook:

He sang to himself as he walked around the mansion. To him it was a game, but to you it was life or death.

“oh your so good at this game (y/n).”

Your breath hitched. He was in the room. You curled your body under the bed and prayed that you could survive this. Suddenly the bed was lifted up.

“found you”

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Hey guys I know ive been gone but I really wanted to do a demo au. Tell me if you like it or want to see more and as always

Everything around you was silent, but you knew you weren’t alone. The pale moonlight didn’t do the best job in illuminating the way, but the darkness was not a problem. The venom in your sistem improved all your senses, and it was the only good thing this unnatural substance could provide. Only the memory of its strong, bitter taste was capable of make your face writhe in a disgusted grimace.

Your fingers, half covered by leather, were cold and wet with sweat as you held the cossbow in front of your face. The weapon was like a extension of your body, as well as the dagger imbued in vervain inside your boot. You could dark shadows moving around as the other hunters worked to surround the industrial shed.

keeps a diary so that he can accurately tell his family about space if when he gets back, he wldnt want his sibs to hear the Wrong Space Information hes a good sibling

favorite artist is cascada, listens to evacuate the dancefloor at least one time everyday to Keep Him Pumped

“hunk i don’t want to get up” “if you get up i’ll make space pancakes”

“haha guys remember when i almost died? wild.”

actually a good planner? its canon yall

“okay so we need to stick together and we’ll-” “uh yeah no. literally the entire universe knows what we look like? and sure it makes sense to stick together if we all want to get recognized and reported to the galra. remember them?? yah so lets split up and stay on the comms dont get wrekt”

“pidge what the fuck even is the midwest, is it real? i don’t think it’s real.” “lance im from iowa, i’m real.” “okay but are you? has anyone actually seen you in daylight?”

“keith why are your hands so clammy take off the fucking fingerless gloves youre not edgy.”

“coran what would happen if i shoved all of keiths stuff into the airlock” “at the rate we’re going, i’d assume they’d be torn to shreds!” “well uh…. good thing i didn’t do that… haha.”

got stuck in blue for 6 hours bc the seatbelt got stuck and he didnt want to tell anyone so he just stayed in there and tugged on it.

“i thought you died” “god i wish i did”

one time his foot fell asleep in the middle of a battle, it was the worst moment of his life

shiro: lance get back in alignment

lance: i cant, i cant feel my leg

shiro: OH MY GOD did something happen?? were you hit??

lance: nah my foots asleep. also i got shot? i can’t feel it but it’s definitely there and im definitely in shock right now”

shiro and lance bond over their near death moments, they have a club, sometimes they let allura join. they meet once a week.